When I was younger I've always realized that I didn't like myself as much and that I was different, and somehow I knew what things were before I even knew the words and what the meaning behind it meant. I found that to be odd, but overtime I just realized that I was more than different... That i have this capability, and maybe that was just the way things were meant to be, or atleasy suppose to be...

I'm kind of always observing and searching, looking into what seems endless. But the things I have been observing and slowly noticing, mainly the things that are felt within peoples emotions, I want the words to mean something, and be more than just words. They should be a memory that can be read over and over again, they are placed to be felt.

Truth is, writing is an escape. In hopes that someone can understand me. Or at least try to. There is so much emotion running in and outside of me I can express it in this what seems small and harsh world. This is a way that I can express,accept and escape.
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  • JoinedSeptember 19, 2014


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